Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Can,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.